Chapter 3

Clarke´s POV

"He was WHAT?!"

Clarke couldn´t understand. She still had trouble believing that Bellamy would let Murphy actually do this to him, that he had followed his insane instructions and had tied a rope around his own neck and then ... well. But on the other hand, this guy was full of surprises. After meeting him at the dropship for the very first time, she never had thought that this ignorant and bossy teenager would actually once become her best friend and companion. He has changed so much since then. And Clarke knew it was partly because of her.

And yet, she didn´t really expect him to pull such a suicide act in order to save ... well, not Octavia, not even Clarke herself. But Jasper. The guy who had accused him of his lack of action in regard to find Clarke, Finn and Monti who were missing and probably dead back then. Despite all that Bellamy had risked his own life as Murphy´d taken Jasper hostage and Bellamy switched places with Monti´s friend.

"He ... What?"

Clarke was still speechless. She´d also just learned that Bellamy had been hanging there, already unconcious, for several minutes before the guys - Jasper and Raven - had finally the opportunity to save him.

"It´s too long. He probably suffered head trauma from the lack of oxygen". Her voice cracked as she looked down at a shivering Bellamy who was still staring dead ahead, his face completely emotionless.

God, Bellamy, what has you got yourself into? ... What do I do now? Thousends of questions rushed through Clarke´s mind. But she knew she would never give up on him. She would do everything to bring her co-leader back. She would do anything to save him.

"Ok, Bell, let´s see ...", she bent down to him once again and inspected his neck, carefully turning it to both sides. The rope had left an impressive reddish imprint. ln some places the skin had already turned blue. While inspecting him she noticed how shallow Bellamy´s breathing was and she could hear a whistling sound emerging from the inside of his chest.

"Bring him some water!", Clarke instructed quickly and turned one more time to inspect Bellamy´s eyes. They were bloodshot. Bloodshot and staring ahead, unmoving. She shuddered involuntarily.

She held up a finger in front of his eyes then and began to move it in front of his face. He continued to ignore her.

"Here some water for him", somebody held a cup of cool water under Clarke´s nose. She grabbed it immediately, lifting Bellamy´s head carefully and forcing it through his lips.

"N-no!". Clarke flinched at Bellamy´s unexpected outcry. His voice, muffled by the drinking, was raspy and shaky.

"No!". He suddenly begann to violently shake his head back and forth in an attempt to escape the cup Clarke was holding in a firm grip towards his lips.

"Bellamy, you need to drink!-"

But his body suddenly began to shake violently.

God, what have I done? What have I done? Clarke felt like she´d been punched in her face. She did this to him. She made everything even worse.

That´s when she noticed Bellamy´s face expression.

"Finn, help me to turn him on his side!", she barked.

As soon as Bellamy was on his left side he began to puke. The painful sound of retching filled the stillness of the camp. The people who were still gathered around had stopped talking and crying a long time ago and were now observing the scene in front of them.

Finally, the puking had stopped. Bellamy was out of breath once again.

They lifted him up and brought him in Clarke´s tent. Octavia, who had followed all the way behind them, immediately began to clean up her brother´s face. Everything slowed down and quitened. Now that they were past the worst, everything would be alright. Well, Clarke was hoping it would be alright.

She left Octavia alone with Bellamy and went outside. She breathed in and tried to calm herself. She could deal with it. And if not, she had help.

But Clarke didn´t have much time to relax - a loud animalistic wail coming from the tent brought her back to her senses.

"What´s wrong?", she gasped as soon as she reappeared in the tent.

There was Octavia, and she had a strange mixture of panic and irritation on her face as she was looking down at Bellamy who was flailing around and ... well, crying. He was bare-chested now.

Clarke couldn´t believe what she was seeing.

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